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The Return

Archivist note: This post is from an older recovered archive.

==Initial Post==

((Posted by Mr Underby on May 18, 2010))

An immense black horse thunders down the railway from the north, its rider hooded and clad in black… the fog is ripped open as the great beast enters the Palisade Gate…

The rider enters the train station, and makes a sharp right. Waiting, on top of the manhole, is the riders small assistant. He takes the reigns as the rider, without a word, climbs down into the manhole, traveling toward Clockhaven…

The Underbys are together again.

==Comments (page 1)==

*Comment by Phaedra Wickentower on May 18, 2010 at 1:31am
whistles a jaunty tune and throws another log into one of the ovens It is a very good night.

*Comment by Gabriell Anatra on May 18, 2010 at 4:07am
Wakes from a restless sleep with a sudden anxious feeling, looks about for a bit and, not ‘sensing’ anything more, goes back to sleep.

*Comment by Zaida Marie Thibideaux Gearbox on May 18, 2010 at 7:14am
Zaida woke up with a start as Kitty, out on the deck, let out a roar (a sound like a woman’s scream) then arched his back and hissed at nothing. Zaida jumped out of bed and ran out to get Kitty in off the deck. Then, she pulled her gang plank in from the dock and sprinkled some salt across the entry way, then again across the entry of her door. Then, she ran inside and lit a candle in front of her small statue of Mother Mary. Jumping back into her bed, she called Kitty to come lay beside her, but the big cat continued to pace up and down the length of the small house occassionally arching his back and growling. It was a very long night.

*Comment by Armand Foehammer on May 18, 2010 at 8:40am

*Comment by Mr Underby on May 18, 2010 at 9:08am
wonders about fate as he climbs from the sewers into the back of the Gangplank, his original home in New Babbage

*Comment by Zaida Marie Thibideaux Gearbox on May 18, 2010 at 9:46am
sticks her finger right up above her head but below Underby’s chin You leave Mr. Pocket alone! Him mah friend!

*Comment by Queer Hermit on May 18, 2010 at 10:10am
So, we have a dramatic entrance into the town; big black horse, fog ripped asunder, little assistants. But then we wind up traversing the sewers, sneaking into Clockhaven along the same pathways a rat would take. Just wondering…should I be impressed?

*Comment by Mr Underby on May 18, 2010 at 10:51am
My methods were not intended to impress, but to make haste… with utmost secrecy. You are free to be either impressed, or not; I am not concerned either way.

*Comment by Mr. W—— on May 18, 2010 at 11:10am
A small packet arrives to Mr. Underby by way of a well dressed, but otherwise not-so-noteworthy young man acting on behalf of his employer. The packet is of the finest stationary, tied with azure ribbon and sealed with silver wax…the distinct impression of “W” in the seal.

– Mr. Underby,

It was most excellent to have finally made your acquaintence. Your arrival was most…unique and timely. I do hope that we will have it on the occasion to meet again. Please extend my warm regards to your wife, whom I have had knowledge of, but no opportunity to greet to our fine sooty city. And for that matter, please also accept my greeting and welcome on your return.


Mr. W——

*Comment by Zachary Somerset on May 18, 2010 at 11:15am
(( O.O at Mr. W——‘s note…or at least I might, if I knew about it. What the bloody hell is the boyo thinking!))

==Comments (page 2)==

*Comment by Bookworm Hienrichs on May 18, 2010 at 11:28am
((*laughs at Zac’s comment*

I was wondering that myself–though not quite in those words. *grin*))

*Comment by Sheryl Skytower on May 18, 2010 at 11:41am
looks up from writing desk*

nibbles on piece of coal*

goes back to writing

darned rats!

*Comment by Tepic Harlequin on May 18, 2010 at 12:04pm
bloomin heck… it’s like rush hour during the January sales in the sewers just now… can’t a fella get ANY sleep?

*Comment by Zaida Marie Thibideaux Gearbox on May 18, 2010 at 1:28pm
Why you sleepin’ down in de sewers? It not safe to be sleepin’ on de street or down de sewers right now. Clockhaven stink laike bad magic. It a good ting dat magic don’t work dere. *rolls eyes* Mr. Moses haff a real nice attic fixed up for urchins, an’ dere de old theater in de square, an’ I gots a spare bunk an’ a sofa. Mah boat little bit leaky, but it not bad if’n you stays close to de stove. So, you come inside an’ sleep where it safe. You hear?

*Comment by Emperor Crumb on May 18, 2010 at 2:20pm
Trouble brewing.

*Comment by Tepic Harlequin on May 18, 2010 at 2:45pm
Tepic shrugs
i was meaning ter get an early start with the vole traps, an i usually sleep where i am when i feel like it. Sometimes i go to Loki’s place or one of the other places, but the whole world’s my home :-) i’ll come by an see you an kitty soon, thanks fer the invite!

*Comment by Breezy Carver on May 18, 2010 at 3:24pm
fabulous documentation ! so dramtic & headless horseman like …

*Comment by Skyler ‘Artful Dodger’ Gant on May 18, 2010 at 6:15pm
Wakes up with a start, looks around, yawns, shrugs, heads out to Gangplank to grab a tin of Rum, not caring about nothing but the Rum

Bugger that…I’m getting drunk.

*Comment by Victor on May 20, 2010 at 4:09pm
ohhhhhhhhhhhhh old Streaky Bonehead is back?

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